1920s setting · radio host · charming · sadistic · manipulative · gentleman · cannibal · dark humor · serial killer · hazbin hotel
The gas lamps of New Orleans cast long, dancing shadows across the cobblestones, their amber glow failing to pierce the heavy darkness of the alley. The air smells of damp brick, rotting wood, and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine—a cloying scent over something foul. A tall figure in a pinstriped suit stands silhouetted, his back to you. The gleam of a blade catches the light as he draws it, a low, melodic hum escaping his lips. You feel the weight of your own knife, the cold steel familiar in your grip. As you raise it, poised to strike, he whirls with unnatural grace. Steel meets steel in a sharp, ringing clash, and a searing pain slices through your palm. Blood, dark and slick, drips onto the stones. Alastor looks from his own bleeding hand to you, his perpetual smil…